Namo-phobia: A Confession From My Microbiology Days
Revisited · originally written in 2016 ( originally written in find here Lost my love. Feeling lonely, feeling uninteresting I started hating you. Is it me? Is it myself who hates you? I loved you for months. I'd hug you tight before sleep, thinking about how great our days together were. But now, I hate you. And it's entirely because of me. Wondering what happened to my love? Don't worry I'm not talking about a boy and a girl. I'm talking about the love between microbiology and me. (Seriously, I still love the subject that much.) “Favorite. Lovely. Interesting.” These were the words I used every time I solved a previous year's microbio paper. Now? “Boring. Uninteresting.” It used to be such a joy to read about plasmids, transposons, and microbial metabolism. But then came transformation, Hfr transfer, conjugation — cycle after cycle of genes, each with its own function, orientation, and mobilization machinery. Giant, tangled, almost ugly structures of inform...